Divine symphonies, gritty with the chips & cheese
Parentheses and in between the space is empty, blissful peace
It's like a knife in my back
I'm spinning up and down cathedrals when I'm writing a track
And people biting that prideful rap, pots & pans where prices match
I'm pissed cause I can't find a soulful sample, nothing nice in that
It's like every night, I'm waiting for the moon to leave
These pharmaceuticals are usually just nothing new to me
Comedic stunts losing for bloopers bleep
A nuisance suited for a pistol when the bruises bleed
You over padded much?
A flow that's suited for them aqueducts
We never grubbing sad enough from evil that they handing us
Blowing grass & such, I'm crashing from them plastic puffs
Impressing moguls over 40/40 man, I've had enough
And if I overdose, I'm hoping you console the flow
And tell the people that I'm pushing, but I never sold my soul
But if you took another step in all my closing soles, you might
Encrypt the fear in your pineal with the holy ghost
And I could know the most and still be in a frozen pose
And go control the actions that could lead to imposing gold
Invert a crucifix, I'm cruising with elusiveness, but curse a person's
Mucus with perverted, learning uselessness
Burning cupid's wig, converting these abusive spliffs to motivation
Flow evasive, pacing to obtrusive pics
Now what you rapping for? x3
Pray to God that you preaching when you practice yours

Now what you rapping for? x3
Motherfucker now y'all getting what y'all asking for